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letra de ghost city - qdeevee

trust amongst a forbidden love
only ‘no’ speaking loud comes from a misled ego
tryna make sense at the dollar store
these aunties gossipping on the new role models
couldn’t believe it that first time i got hit with bad tips
at the jumpball hop, my feet sprained out the whip
can’t travel fast with that asymmetric dancing
the whines are too casual
the manhattan vans don’t like the boy relaxing
seeing too many eavesdroppin’ b-tches from way back
bamboozled n faking up stories, how
we used to kick it like relapse
but i remember you strangers, pushing bothers
like no tomorrow
telling white lies on the girl like she
too naive to notice hater soprano
couldn’t hold your tongue back then
now you braggin to your biddies
‘oh fariha, i knew her sober’
bros keep choosin’ bros
because they know the hoes stay broke
taking from my pocket tryna label me
that lonely toner
but it’s cap, i’m merely that stoner
flipping stones and sticks, no b-n-rs
the top plug in the 5 boroughs stays
hungry for the purple roll-ons
inhalation with bacteria
the cells at work get stranger smoking yellow
got new strains growing indoors
but the covid war straining the old dope
keep that cannabis card in the tuck off the polo
napoloeon sweets featuring cultural diffusion mysteries
flying low for the weed
the bubbles in my chest stay gurgling like seltzer water
but the ferry got the bud stuck on hazel g’s
waiting for a prophetic venture
making plays, on sharp shooters
shark benches, sharpedo skin scales
on that drizzy arctovish pushin’ stenches
they wanna breed bad b-tches
where’s my eggs up on that cheese wheel
p-ssy in your mouth
you knew the head lines get cloud in the deeper night
f-cking it up, down
up, down
up, down
spin this waist back around
around and around
fiesty trials after the midnight hours
ghost city
like a villain to old spider man
the she locks wanna glisten in a demon sun
fake led hits the rock on tv
these drill games turn all brown men, menace
past duane reade, wade lies
ym president carter alibis
home-sick right next to tortured nether
roosevelt island spyin’ keeps me grounded
beige bridge, recognizable in the setting
the lift-off brought me down from earth
submarine craft swimming through hudson heaven

- qdeevee

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